Surprising the world with and pearls But a song about a girl ain't about a girl Got a vanity mirror, I'm an amity villain a peeping Tom complex
You're just a soul You keep putting 'em in a bag You 'em in a shopping cart Go and act sad
When there's none left to So you go on and you make But wait, what you lose to the state for?
The time you see me It'll be plexiglass ain't no bail outs in this jail house Ain't no more petty come, easy go A penny saved, a penny And I've life is clich One of these days you get what you
Surprising the world diamonds and pearls But a song about a ain't really about a girl Got a 2-way mirror Firing a blind eye I from an 800-pound gorilla
In the midst of misdirected blood can run thinner than icy water Watch the Flirt the Death-star I cried by your Decided right and there to pretend you were alive Maybe, baby lie to me, invade my Have the decency to say bye, taking the pride piracy You ran out of plunder And launch to crash, So when you're playing dumb, empty the trash
looking for our lives back, we wish we could have saved yours There's nothing we can buy back, everything was paid off I found you in a pawn shop, you stuck behind a glass case I watched as the cost dropped, dog sad face Put a down payment on my meal plan, just to see your shit grin the frown for when you need to shed your skin, Selling bullshit to yourself, the layers are coming off Economic failed, professional victim of sale costs
case, don't ask me to donate You axe murdered your mate My hurting from an tax burden Pull your own A punching bag for hire, every minute a sucker bet, So what's the over and you'll rise up from the debt. With the of a ghost The resurrection was a hoax, but 2000 years later it's like knows If you think slick enough to turn a trick and spin the story just cause Jesus is your fair-weather And you caught me with my fingers crossed So I shuffled up the deck, is this the card you picked? if not, how about this? Missionary aint a job, its a position, so it's a victimless crime, watch dog has an owner abusive
Now isnt that ironic? one hand in my pocket And the other out the street corner prophet Uncrossed my fingers and said "Look at me Im talking, dear I aint mad at you, and thats the miracle here"
I mad at you
Im surprising the world with diamonds and But a song about a girl ain't really a girl